[Verse 1]
And in here is where the heroine bore you
And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that
Embalmment fluid illiterate are you
That′s ok man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the infediment for you
Got that vitamin D or UG for your shorty
One window to let the dawn in
Cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam′s or Jakes
Round here its all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cookin that up here have a plate
That′s mama Carter she′s a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich is a napkins straight
You pic wit this picnic and I′m at your face